Long Pass Chronicles 02 - Canning the Center (14 page)

“Maybe it doesn’t take him long.”

He laughed. “Probably a blow job. But do you think the woman hid in the closet or something? I mean, nobody else came out of that room that I saw.”

“Me either, and I kept looking.”

Trevor giggled. “Maybe he went in to jerk off.”

“Come on, the guy must be close to sixty. He can probably make it through a party without shooting his wad.”

“Unless something revved him up. Maybe that’s where your coach keeps the porn.”

Jamal got a little shiver. “He sure looked at you weird.”

“Oh no, don’t even go there. Too creepy.”

“Yeah. Probably some woman we didn’t see gave him some.” A motorcycle whizzed past, doing eighty between the cars. He jumped. Death-wish MPH.

“Bunny?”

“Yeah?”

“You nervous?”

“Traffic’s bad.”

“I don’t mean about traffic.”

“Oh.” Was he nervous about sex? It made no sense. “Maybe a little.”

“When did you lose your virginity?”

Jamal chuckled. “When I was thirteen, to an older woman of seventeen. A friend of my sister’s.”

“Did she seduce you?”

“Nope. I’d heard she was experienced, so I crawled in her bedroom window one night and begged her to teach me.”

“You randy little devil.”

“Not so little, even at thirteen.”

“What about boys?”

Jesus, remembering still got him hot. “I was doing a sleepover at this buddy’s who I played football with. He was just fifteen, but big like me. I woke up to him sucking my cock. Shit, I’d never felt anything like it. We found a whole lot of reasons to do sleepovers after that. We sucked each other dry and moved on until we actually got to anal. He worked up the nerve to buy lube and condoms.” He shook his head. “Whew. What a revelation.”

“Did you top?”

“Yeah, because he’d been using bananas and stuff to stretch himself, but we got to switching a week or so later.”

“So you don’t mind receiving?”

He could use a little receiving right now. His pants felt too tight. “No, I love it.” His foot pressed the brake as red lights appeared ahead. “Just a few more exits.”

“I think mounting a guy as big as you sounds incredible.”

“Shit, Trevor!” He grabbed his cock through his pants and squeezed.

“Oooh, somebody needs a little helping hand.” Trevor’s hand slipped over the top of Jamal’s, then pushed his hand aside. “Let me.” He unzipped and had a hand inside Jamal’s briefs so fast he should give up singing and take up magic.

“Oh crap.”

“You keep your eye on the road and I’ll keep mine on the balls, so to speak.”

The slender fingers tightened and released. Tightened and released. “That feels too good.”

“No such thing.” Tighten. Release. “Turn on the dash light.”

“Why?”

“I want to see.”

“Shit.” Eyes glued to the road, he found the light with his fingers and flipped it on. Cool air signaled that his family jewels were now on display.

“Holy shit, Bunny, have you thought of renting this out? You could give up football and still make a great living!”

His laughter and the throbbing in his cock met somewhere in his gut in a big ball of heat. “Just as long as you like it.”

Silence. Then, “I think we need to start the decorating lessons now.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, first lesson in painting. Prepare the surface.”

One of those tight hands gripped and stroked all the way to the tip of his cock.

“Oh, you’re killing me.”

“No. The prepared surface takes time, but it’s so worth it later.” Two more long strokes followed.

Just keep watching the road
. He could hear his own breath over the music.

“The prepared surface leads the way to the base coat.” Trevor’s warm, wet tongue traveled from base to tip.

Jamal’s moan vibrated his chest.

“The painter must be sure to spend extra time on the nooks and crannies.” That hot tongue bored into Jamal’s slit.

“Holy shit! Too much.”

Blue eyes gazed up at him. “Should I stop?”

“Hell no!”

Kee-rap!
Down the hatch. Trevor swallowed his cock like dinner.

“Oh. Oh.” Jamal’s hips bobbed while his hands gripped ten and two. His exit appeared suddenly on the right, and he jerked the wheel. The car lurched toward the narrow, curving road. “I hate to say this, but you better quit before I end up in a ditch.”

Trevor’s head came up, and he looked around. “See that parking lot? Pull into it.”

No arguments
. He cut to the right without a signal and pulled into the dark lot of a closed department store. A couple of bumps and he navigated the big car into the shadows and turned off the ignition.

Trevor didn’t even look up. He yanked Jamal’s pants open farther and shoved his dick back in his mouth.

“Oh God, yes. Yes.” The total freakiness of feeling the strong pull of a man on his cock and looking down and seeing a girl played with his mind and got his rod that much harder. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Trevor sucked him into his throat. Hot and slick. Most of those nine inches vanished from sight. Nobody’d ever come close.
Holy mother of crap
. His-head-was-gonna-explode! No. Some other part. “Oh God. Oh, Trev. Yes, yes!” Trev’s lips pulled back, and hot spunk flew out of his dick into Trevor’s waiting hands.
She-it
. His head banged against the seat as his eyes rolled. Better than a perfect snap for a fifty-yard pass, baby. “Holy God, you’re magic.”

Trevor chuckled. “So you enjoyed your painting lesson?”

He half opened his eyes. “You can redo my whole house. But can’t I do a little decorating in return?”

“It takes more than a wiggle of my nose to get out of this getup. You can return the favor later.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Trevor wiped his hands with some tissues he’d pulled out of his purse. His mascaraed lashes fluttered. “When we know each other better and exchange tests and such, I’ll swallow.”

“I like the sound of that even better.”

“Then let’s move on to the second lesson after painting. Screwing 101.”

Laughing, he tucked himself in and started the car, but Trevor slipped a hand into Jamal’s lap. For five more blocks, Jamal’s balls got tickled and his cock got stroked until remembering he’d just had an orgasm became harder and harder. He glanced over and saw Trevor had a hand between his own legs, but he seemed to be squeezing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Getting an erection while tucked isn’t real comfortable.”

“So why aren’t you talking about the weather? You’ve got me so revved I could fuck you up against a wall!”

In that beautiful, husky voice he’d used in the song when Jamal first saw Trixie, he sang, “Can’t help it.” He laughed. “And that sounds really good, by the way.”

Jamal laughed and pulled into his parking garage, but junior Jamal had assumed a highly attentive position. Jamal hopped out of the car and circled it quickly, opening the door for Trixie. This time
he
got the view of long legs in tight black pants and stiletto heels. The idea that there was a dick between those legs about sent him into orbit. He reached in. Trevor took his hand and stood, then kept on coming until he reached up and kissed Jamal full on the lips. “Get me upstairs quick.”

Shit. Shit
. Those towering heels suddenly became the enemy. Jamal slammed the car door, beeped the lock, and led Trevor across the garage to the door of the lobby.
Slow down or you’ll trip him
. Inside, he glanced at the stairs he usually took, then over at the deadly slow elevator.
One solution
. He reached down and picked Trevor up.

“Whoa!”

“Hang on, baby.” He started up the stairs.

“Oh my God, it’s Rhett Butler.” He laughed and rested his head on Jamal’s shoulder. “Aren’t I too heavy?”

Jamal’s cock throbbed way more than his biceps. On floor two he stopped, slipped Trevor down to the floor, pressed him against the wall and kissed him, then pulled back. “Sorry. I know I’m supposed to be getting us up there, but I needed more fuel.”

“Hang on.” Trevor reached inside his slacks, and his whole arm practically vanished as he contorted and wriggled. Finally he sighed. “Better.” He wrapped his arms tight around Jamal’s neck and devoured him.

Oh baby
. Jamal slipped his hands under that gorgeous ass and lifted. Trevor wrapped his legs around Jamal’s hips and ground himself against an erection so incendiary, he’d soon be toast. He leaned back from the kiss. “To bed and fucking.”

Jamal started up the stairs with Trevor still grinding on him, which was just fine. “Glad I had that orgasm earlier, or I’d be coming in my jeans.” Between Trevor’s cock and carrying about a hundred and fifty pounds up four flights, he sounded like a rhino charging. Happy rhino.

With his penis now free, Trevor was going nuts, bobbing and rubbing on Jamal’s erection. Poor guy had to make up for all the time his cock got strangled.

Somehow Jamal made it to the fourth floor with his prize package and got the door to the hall open. He took a quick look to be sure they weren’t going to shock any neighbors, then staggered the few feet down the hall to his own door. “Hey, sweetie, I need my keys and they’re under your right leg.”

Trevor loosened his leg and stuck it out but kept on humping. Man, that took coordination. Jamal slipped his hand into the pocket of his pants, which had definitely shrunk a size since he put them on, and grabbed the keys, then opened the door and struggled inside.

When he kicked the door closed, the place was real dark except for soft light filtering around the shades he’d pulled over the windows last time he was here to keep the sun out. He reached for the light switch, but Trevor’s hand stopped him. “Fuck me, Bunny.”

“Now?”

“Right now.” He wriggled until Jamal put him down, and then started some kind of gyrations that looked like a dance in the low light. “Don’t stand there. Get those fucking pants off.”

Jamal didn’t have to be asked twice. He toed off his loafers and pulled down the slacks and briefs all at once. His sweater rubbed against his cock, which stood fully erect against his belly. He heard more than saw Trevor click open the little purse he carried over his arm and rustle around inside. Then he heard a package crinkle and rip, and fingers pried his dick away from his belly and started rolling on a condom.

“Hey, you’re prepared.”

“What do you think a girl carries in a purse that size? A change of clothes?” More rustling. “Here.” He pressed something into Jamal’s hand. “Do me.”

Jamal rubbed his thumb over a tube of lube.
Oh hell.
Doing Trevor sounded so good, he could come just thinking about it. Trevor wriggled some more until he turned in Jamal’s arms and soft hair brushed Jamal’s chest. Pale skin lined up against the dark wood of the door. Jamal squirted lube in his palm, then ran a hand down Trevor’s smooth, bare back until he found an equally bare ass.

The ass jiggled. “Hurry.” Trevor’s breath came as hard as his.

He found the separation in Trevor’s tight butt and pressed between his asscheeks with a slick finger until he found the spot that was smoother and yet wrinklier than the rest.
Pay dirt
. He pressed inside with his long, thick finger, and Trevor moaned so loud Jamal paused.

“Jesus, don’t stop.”

“Okay. Okay.” He pressed deeper, got another moan, pulled out for more lube and got an angry wiggle, then returned.

Trevor’s butt started bobbing. “Fuck me. Get it in, Bunny.”

This man was in a hurry and Jamal did not mind. “You sure? There’s a lot—”

“Get it in!”

He bent his knees and lined up his cock head with a hole that seemed way too small and pushed. No way. He pushed again.

“Wait.”

Trevor turned, wrapped his arms around Jamal’s neck again, and jumped.
Wow
. Jamal caught him. More gyrations until a hot hand grabbed his cock. Trevor leaned way out to get the tip in place, then started to tighten his legs. “Unh. Unh.”

“Slow down. Relax.”

“No.” Trev’s legs tightened more and suddenly, like some law of physics got reversed, the big head popped inside.

“Holy shit.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Ummm-hmmm.” He tightened more, and the cock slid in another inch.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Fuck me, dammit.” With a huge thrust, Trevor pounded his ass down on Jamal’s dick, and the thing should have come out his mouth, but nothing ever felt this good.

Jamal leaned back against the wall for leverage, and Trevor rode him like an amusement park attraction. Moans and gasps poured out of the guy. Not having sight made the sounds twice as sexy and the feeling indescribable. Sometimes Trevor would whimper a special
oooh
. Probably when his prostate got tweaked. Jamal felt hair hit him in the face as Trevor thrashed his head. He’d hug Jamal and lock his legs tight for little short fucks, then lean out for long wild strokes.
Who knew Trevor could get this crazy?
Man, fine by him. But no way he’d last much longer. His dick flamed and balls bubbled. “You close?”

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. But I don’t want to stop.”

Jamal laughed. “Then don’t, sweetie. Keep fucking till we drop.” He popped his hips double hard, sweat dripping under his sweater. Trevor gripped his shoulders and pumped his ass harder. God, the friction sent sparks into Jamal’s groin and up his spine in shivers and shakes.

“Oh God, Bunny. Bunny. Bunnnnny!” Hot and sticky jizz hit Jamal’s nose in a splat as more poured over his abdomen. The sweater was done for.

He laughed, and then his body seized as a rush like some jet plane streaked up his back and lit up his head with white and red stars. Shocks of pleasure shot into his balls and poured spunk into the condom in a river. Each pump made him shudder in pure joy. Again and again.
Oh God.
How was it possible? His knees said bye-bye, and he sank to the floor, carrying a hot, sweaty, slim, silky body with him.

Practice breathing
. His head flopped against the wall, and Trevor’s soft hair pressed against his neck. Jamal murmured, “I think there’s a chance I can make it to the couch if you want to be more comfortable.”